I would love to thank Terveen Gill, blogger at It Ain’t Right Till I Write and editor at MasticadoresIndia for accepting The Puppet Heart for publication at MasticadoresIndia and her continued support!
He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she – with blond ringlets and stark blue eyes. He could see her story the moment he laid eyes on her. She had been brought into a home loved, she was used and finally discarded with. His mind was penning her destiny as he inspected her, rotating her ever so slowly so he could get a good look at her features.
He took her home, cleaned her and changed her into clean clothes. She looked 6, but neglect had taken years off the fragile child. He set her up on a ledge and shone a soft amber lamp on her dainty face. As the bell tolled midnight, the man sat and toiled through the night to sketch her pretty face.
As the world was beginning to be bathed in the gentle glow…
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